Some days

You can barely see through the rain

You’re one puddle away from spinning out on bald tires

Your feet are wet inside your shoes.

Some days

The sunlit horizon explodes in front of you

Each treetop another gradient of gray

The light spreads long shadows before the hay bales

Your babies (your heart) lost in thought in the backseat.

Some days

Rain and sun mingle

Into something so much more.

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